ik it’s early to lose all hope and for a great story to unveil we’ve got to give it time but the last episode is just disappointing in terms of Buddie (and the Buckleys/Hans parents redemption arc). if they were going through with accelerating Buddie, Eddie would definitely be in buck’s dream, he’s his best friend above all else and they have each other’s backs… why does Ryan get so little screen time it’s frustrating he deserves so much more :(((
I understand you, dear Anon, my first watch, I felt so disappointed at what we were given that I was like, Jesus, this is fast approaching an ending point for me with this show.
But I've watched it several times since then, and in terms of the Buckleys, I literally think this is them falling into old patterns, of Buck getting hurt and they fawn over him for a while then go away again.
Why was it given so much significance in this episode is beyond me. It was a world of what if, and that reality, as Buck says himself is not better.
This Buckley surprise visit was intentional for this arc, but I feel like it's a near miss. Instead of waking up to be supported by the family that sticks with him, we get the Buckley family in the center.
If this was more Bobby and/or Maddie and Chimney centered on their relationship with Buck I wouldn't have been as disappointed, because in terms of core family those three represent it.
Bobby as father, Maddie an older sister and Chimney as older brother/brother in law.
The Buckley parents' presence, in my opinion, was to introduce unnecessary old conflicts later on.
Oliver talked about Buck learning to rely on himself, and he has, his entire life, but I think it's meant more to separate his need to be accepted by his bio family and be happy with what he's got now, who he is now.
It's not that he doesn't need other people it's that his sense of worth will not depend on what others think of him anymore, and I'm looking forward to see how that ptsd will manifest, hoping that Eddie’s part will come in later in the recovery, like Buck stepped in in s5b.
This whole dream state was to accentuate the differences between Buck's chosen family and his bio one, it was unnecessary but it happened.
It's not that Eddie wasn't there. He was there the entire time, but it wasn't about him because he is something beyond family to Buck. And I'm hoping we finally get to see it later on, when both awake and can communicate with each other.
Because it was obvious, seeing Eddie’s reaction was everything! It was so loud. Felt like being in that room was too hard. Think about him, wondering the hospital halls, waiting for Buck to come back to him and make him alive again. 🥺❤️
So I understand where you're coming from, but I'm not ready to lose hope yet. 💜💜
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ride or die | seth (looper) x f!reader
summary : You weren't the kind of girl to stick around. But Kansas City had its ways of getting under your skin. Or maybe it was just Seth. Seth made you want to stay.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
note : ooohhhhh, i tricked you, it's actually not over yet, i'm writing a part four. (didn't mean to, it just happened that way) sorry for the wait, i had some family over and i was reasonably distracted
P.S shoutout to @diveintothedanoverse for boosting my ego tenfold by reading and enjoying lol, hope you like this one too ❤️❤️❤️
“Have you heard from Seth?” You’re holding your breath; the phone cold against your cheek. You haven’t bothered to turn on anything more than your bedside lamp, sitting just at your hip, since coming home from work. The apartment is thickly dark, seeming haunted in its emptiness. The studio holds only scattered boxes, packed haphazardly with all you owned. Frighteningly little.
“Indie? Is something wrong?” Joe’s words are slow, slurred. He’s been sleeping. Probably sleeping off a hangover. You don’t have the patience for it, anxiety a knot in your chest, tightening. Seth hadn’t visited you in a few days, and that in itself wasn’t worrying. You knew he was upset. And he was allowed.
It turned out, he thought it was a joke at first. He thought you would stay.
“I missed a bunch of calls from him, and now he won’t pick up.” You clear your throat, trying to disguise the tremble in your voice. You couldn’t shake the feeling, the instinct. You didn’t know why, but you knew. Something was very very wrong.
“Should I be worried?” Joe asked. You could throw something. At him preferably.
You swallow your indignation. “I don’t know, Joe. I don’t— just let me know if you hear from him, okay?”
You don’t give him a moment to reply, ending the call, and moving to dial Seth again. Against your better judgement, you plead under your breath, manifesting hope into the quiet air. It could be nothing. Everything could be fine. Generally, missing a few calls from Seth wasn’t a big deal.
Seth, by nature, was a drama queen. Bothering you all the time about any thought that entered his head. He ran out of hair gel. Joe likes baseball. He tried papaya and wasn’t a fan. Is he doing his eyeliner right? He bought a bike. A girl at the Belle was making eyes at him, he was sure. He lost his coat. He made an extra silver today. He missed you. All equally urgent, by his standards at least.
You didn’t mind, didn’t mind you were the first person he wanted to tell, no matter how inconsequential. Maybe it was selfish, but it made you feel special, even if the attention he wanted was from girls at the Belle. He didn’t belong to you. But it had started to mean everything that you had this moment with him, this time and this space, when he chose over and over to look to you.
But these days, with the number of loops closing lately, you were nervous. Death felt like it was on the tip of every Looper’s tongue. Cooper and Red. If you could just get ahold of him, just hear his voice to soothe you. You’d let him coo about how worried you sound, and you’d tease that once Kansas City was behind you, he’d really have to get a new emergency contact.
“Indie?”
You look up, phone still in your hand, ringing into nowhere. There’s a shadow you notice now, in the room, moving slowly towards you. His voice is soft, and you aren’t frightened anymore.
“Seth, thank god.” You move to the wall, to the light switch, so you can see him, meet his eyes and feel the tension slough off your shoulders. He was okay. Everything was okay again. “Standing in the dark, you look like—”
The room lights up, a yellow glow bathing you both. You stare into his face, disbelief sticking to your tongue, the fear back upon you like some feral animal. His muddy green eyes stare back at you, but his hair is short, grey, his face wrinkled and weary. Seth, but thirty years older.
“—a ghost.” You whisper, your mind clouding with panic. He let his loop run.
He’s earnest, hands out, palms up passively. “I don’t mean to scare you.”
You feel like crying, looking at him, listening to him. You can’t think straight.
“What’s happening?” Your voice trembles, and he grimaces softly.
“I’m so sorry. He is too, that’s why he didn’t come to you first.”
Deep breaths. You’ll have time to be overwhelmed later. You swallow hard, searching his face, turning critical. You’ve got to be smart about this, focused. “You remember this? You know where he is?”
He nods. “I came to tell you. And I,” He pauses, looking over you slowly, as if memorizing you in this moment. You feel strangely vulnerable beneath his gaze. He shakes his head. “He’s at Joe’s, hiding under the floor.”
“Are you—is he safe?”
His face falls, solemn. “No. They have Joe; he’ll sell him out.”
You pocket your phone, moving your hand through your hair, looking away. Processing. Planning. You clear your throat. “Why would he do that? He’s Seth’s best friend.”
“They know things about him. He’s afraid.” Your putting your coat back on, gathering a few things, first aid, change of clothes, water etc, your ear still with future Seth. An anger burns in your face at his words.
“I don’t care if he’s afraid.” You breathe hard, meeting his eyes. “I would never do that to you.”
His smile is small, without the arrogance or the brim of a laugh that you’re used to with Seth. And yet.
“I know.” He says quietly.
He looks sad, watching you. He reaches up to pull at his ear, a nervous habit you’ve seen a million times before. Seth sitting in your apartment, chuckling about something stupid, pulling on that damn ear. Seth hovering behind you, making doubly sure you’d make your way home alright, before joining the boys at the bar. Seth staring at you, mouth dry, when you had him vet a new dress you’d bought for the Belle, navy and sleeveless.
If he kept insisting you come along with him, you figured you might as well have something nice to wear. You remember laughing at his sheepish expression, before he remembered who he was talking to, and starts to banter normally again. Something gold flashes against the light as future Seth pulls on that ear, and your breath catches.
It’s stupid, and far from the priority, you know. But you can’t help it.
“You’re married?”
He freezes, looking at his own hand, at the ring slowly. His smile widens. “Yes. Eventually. Takes a while to be, worthy, ya know.”
“I’m happy for you.” You return a smile, holding back sudden tears. You hope that the life this Seth came from, was a happy one. You fantisize for a moment, imagining you might be a part of it. Feeling so strongly then, that you want to be apart of it. He looks over the ring, his expression far away.
You shake yourself lightly, collecting your thoughts, clearing your throat to get his attention again. Your eyes meet, and you nod, smile smaller but more genuine. “Time is of the essence.”
“Be safe.” He says, his expression falling slightly.
“Of course.”
He nods, his gaze searching your face. There’s an awkward silence, anxiety nipping at your heels, thinking desperately of your Seth. You had no idea what to do once you’d found him, but you knew it would be better once you were together again. But you don’t move at first. Maybe because you know, somehow, this man in front of you is also your Seth, and you can feel there’s something he wants to say.
He stalls, at a loss, it seems.
“Shit,” you mutter suddenly, “Are you going to be okay? Where will you go?”
He swallows, focuses. “I’ll find my way. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m smarter than I look.” He chuckles. “Promise.”
You laugh a little with him, a fragile hope welling up at the look on his face. Maybe everything would be okay. Eventually.
“Just in case you need anything, remember I’m here. You remember my number?”
You turn to write it down quickly, but he reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist, stopping you. “I remember.”
Warmth floods your chest, a kind of embarrassment, shading your cheeks. His hands take ahold of yours, squeezing softly, his goodbye. You feel strangely choked up as he stands so close to you.
“Thank you, Indie. It means the world.”
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